Piecing the Puzzle Together

'Do you see how much fun this is?'

'Fun?' He raises his eyebrows mockingly. 'You mean boring.'

'Boring?! Not boring at all! It's both relaxing and stimulating.'

'Stimulating? Stimulating how?' He grabs indifferently in the box, to my annoyance, because the piece I had my eye on gets immediately drowned in the mass. In the meantime, I see that he has already put together a large part of the flower border, I myself concentrate on the roofs of the houses, so that we don't get in each other's way.

'It stimulates your brain, your memory, your ability to concentrate, makes you see better, more focused on details, you name it.'

'I don't notice a thing- Hey... Yes!' His slender fingers fish a puzzle piece with a little bit of yellow out of the box. 'Gotcha!'

'See, you're having fun,' I tease, 'admit it.'

'Okay, maybe it's not a complete waste of time,' he admits hesitantly, 'and it's more satisfying than endlessly scrolling through your Facebook feed.'

'Exactly,' I agree. Our mobile phones lie idle next to us, the screens black. 'Where did Nick have to go to so suddenly?' I ask, he had barely dropped off his two-year-younger brother in my kitchen before he was gone again. That was unexpected, because the three of us were supposed to watch a Star Wars marathon.

Ronald, the brother in question, shrugs his shoulders, 'no idea,' he says, 'but that's typical Nick.'

That's a self-evident truth, Nick is quite impulsive, and not always very clear. But he has been my best friend since our school days, and the one I can confide in about anything that bothers me, never judgement, but always comfort and - sometimes unwanted - advice.

'Maybe a calamity?' Nick is a volunteer firefighter, so he may have been called.

'Could be, he didn't say anything.'

I check my mobile just to be sure, maybe I missed a message. No, nothing. Oh well, he'll show up again. And in the meantime, I've seduced Ron into helping me put together a two-thousand-piece jigsaw on my kitchen table. My part doesn't make much progress, I'm busier looking at him than at the puzzle pieces.

'Hey, do you want something to drink? Coffee? Beer?'

'Uh, yeah, beer sounds nice.'

'Coming up,' I say and get up to walk to the fridge. I accidentally touch his biceps, the contact sends a shiver down my spine, and it's definitely not an unpleasant one. The crush is clearly still not a thing of the past.

That crush on Ron is almost as old as the friendship with Nick.

Funny actually, Nick and Ron look quite similar in appearance, but I've never had anything other than friendly feelings towards Nick. With Ronald it's a whole different ball game!

When I return with the beers, Ron leans back and looks at me questioningly. 'Hey, Aletta, something I still wanted to ask you...'

'Yeah?'

'Back at that reunion, when you told me you thought I was such a eh, hottie at school back then,' he actually blushes slightly, 'did you mean it?'

'Of course I did,' I answer, a little surprised, 'to me you were the hunk of the school.' He's still a hunk at thirty-three, as far as I'm concerned, athletically built and tall, his wavy dark blond hair now a little longer than it was then, bright blue eyes and a smile that can spontaneously make you, eh, well, you probably understand what I mean.

'Oh. Hmm.'

I still remember that scene as if it were yesterday, even though it's been five years now, him and me, at a Formica table, together with a few old classmates. It just came out, I had no intention of revealing my deepest secrets, but my subconscious apparently saw its chance. And before we could go into it any deeper, unfortunately Adriana had appeared at our table, leaned over to Ron, pressed a kiss on his mouth and nestled herself on his lap. Ron had looked a little embarrassed, and Adriana smug, as if she had won some kind of victory. I had quickly made off, she and I were, and still are, water and fire, and every moment that I am forced to be in her company is one too many.

Later I heard from a former classmate that she and Ron have had a kind of on-again, off-again relationship for years - something that Nick has somehow always kept from me, no idea why, maybe because he knows I hate her so much - and as far as I know the sign is now "on" again. Firsthand, I might add.

'I met Adriana this week,' I blurt out, and Ron looks at me with an expression as if he's watching a train come barrelling toward him and he's not sure whether to jump out of the way or stay put.

Weird.

'What- what did she say? Or did you two not really talk,' he asks hopefully.

'Oh, we definitely talked. At length.' I couldn't get away from her and her yapping, and believe me, I tried.

'Wha- what about?'

'She told me about your wedding plans, how busy she was with them. You're engaged, I understand? Nice ring by the way.'

'Which- Shit! That lying bitch!'

Aha, I think, the plot thickens, I already had a hunch that Adriana was exaggerating things a bit, after all, I've known her for a long time. I look at Ron questioningly, the jigsaw and the beers are now being neglected just as much as our phones.

'We broke up three months ago, this time for good, as far as I'm concerned. But she keeps bombarding me with texts, phone calls, pleas, threats even, and spreading lies, apparently,' he grumbles. 'And that ring, it's not real, I never gave her a ring, and certainly never proposed.'

'Really? But why is she going to such lengths to convince me that you're planning to get married?' I ask, bewildered. Things like that always come out, don't they? Ron's brother is my best friend, after all!

'I think I know,' Ron answers with a grim expression on his face, I look at him expectantly.

'Back then, in the sixth grade, you were a grade below,' I nod, which was a good thing, I would have spent entire classes just staring at him dreamily, at the expense of my grades, 'and I liked you, a lot, was about to ask you out on a date.'

Really? Gosh... 'But you never did, why not?'

'Because that bitch Adriana convinced me that you were a lesbian, even had a girlfriend.'

Aha. Now things are falling into place. During that period, I suddenly got strange looks, and conversations stopped when I walked by. There were even several girls who started flirting with me. I quickly put an end to that by walking up to one of the popular boys - unfortunately not Ronald - and giving him a kiss right on his lips. The boy in question, Ryan, had had no problem with that, and kissed me back with great enthusiasm. The rumour mill had stopped immediately, but unfortunately Ron had already started dating Adriana by then.

It had taken me quite some effort to convince Ryan that it wasn't real, he tried to court me for ages afterwards, but eventually he'd gotten the message.

'I know now that Adriana has always been jealous of you,' Ron continues, 'every time you were mentioned, and that was quite often, given your friendship with Nick, Adri would exhaust herself in negative comments, about your appearance, your career, your so-called failed relationships, your intellect, as if that were something negative, in short, she completely bashed you into the ground.'

'Why,' I hesitate for a moment, the question is perhaps a bit too intimate, 'did you keep coming back to her?'

Ron grins sheepishly, 'she was a tigress in the sack, I couldn't really resist that, and she knew it very well,' he sighs, 'and as long as I could ignore the derogatory remarks directed at Tom, Dick and Harry, including myself... Until I couldn't do that anymore. Then it took me a few more months to make up my mind, mainly thanks to a fortunate development. I should have done it much sooner of course.'

I would be the last to blame him for that, I'm also quite a doormat when it comes to standing up for myself, or disappointing others. I am of course extremely curious about this fortunate development, but I hold back, something else is dominating my thoughts right now.

'So, Ron, you're single, not a groom-to-be.' I grin; the realisation makes me unexpectedly happy.

'Yep. Completely unbound. And you?'

The question surprises me. 'Same. For half a year now.'

'No reconciliation imminent?' I don't know what he knows about my last "relationship", I can imagine that Nick doesn't just talk about it, as my confidant, but given Ron's openness about Adriana...

'Nope. I'm not very forgiving towards cheaters.'

'Ah. Do you want to- do you want to talk about it?' he asks hesitantly.

'No. Your beer is getting warm,' I say, pointing at his bottle, and he grins, puts the bottle to his mouth and drinks it down in one go. I follow his example, and am about to get up to get another, but Ron stops me.

'Um, Aletta, now that we're apparently both single at the same time...'

'Yeah?' My voice sounds hoarse and expectant, two souls, one thought, I think to myself. The next moment Ron has pulled me onto his lap, and I feel his lips firmly on mine, and butterflies do a spontaneous dance in my stomach, fuck that beer, this meets more of a need!

'I've thought about this so much over the years,' Ron confesses as he lets me catch my breath.

'Me too,' I admit without hesitation, I grab him by the collar of his polo shirt and press my lips to his again. His tongue begs for entrance, and who am I to deny him that. The next moment our tongues are engaged in an intimate battle for dominance, and I notice my panties getting damp. I feel his hand slide under the hem of my shirt, warm on my bare skin. The hand moves slowly upwards, ending at the underside of my breasts and a soft moan escapes me.

Ron takes one of my hands and places it on his crotch.

'Do you feel what you're doing to me, Aletta?' he murmurs against my lips. I respond by unfastening the button closure of his jeans. A broad smile appears on my face, and I playfully push him away from me, he grins.

Ron has gone commando, and I wonder, would that be a regular occurrence? An intriguing thought.

'Do you know what this does to ME, Ron?' I say back, and then pull out his impressively stiff member, I see to my pleasure a drop of pre-cum glistening. I run my thumb over his glans and then lick it demonstratively.

'Mmm, tasty,' I murmur, looking at him intently, and Ron groans. He has now unfastened the clasp of my bra and gestures for me to put my hands in the air. I don't hesitate for a moment, and before I know it, my shirt and bra are lying on the kitchen table.

'Oh, wow,' Ron sighs, 'they're even more beautiful than I imagined.' He leans forward and licks one of my nipples, now hard and proudly protruding. A shiver runs through my body, straight to my clit. His hand encircles the other breast, and I involuntarily arch my back, longing for more. Ron chuckles and sucks hard on my nipple, I let out a little squeal of pleasure. In the meantime, I let my hand move up and down over his member, I feel it growing in my hand. And I get wetter and wetter, I'm now soaking in my panties.

'Hey, Aletta,' Ron groans, he lets my nipple slide out of his mouth with a pop, 'this chair-'

'Say no more,' I interrupt him and let myself slide off his lap in one smooth movement. I grab his hand and pull him off the chair, but before I take him to my bedroom, I quickly work him out of his shirt, which can't wait any longer, I have to see what's underneath.

And wow, no complaining there, he's absolutely lickable: evenly tanned skin, muscles, a six-pack, cute dark blond curls... And even a tattoo, just above his left nipple, I'll have a look later to see what it's supposed to represent exactly, but first...

During the short trip to my bedroom upstairs, more and more items of clothing disappear, it looks like a version of Tom Thumb. Although, Ron and Tom Thumb, no comparison, Ron is certainly well-hung, nothing small about it!

When I get to my bed, Ron quickly works his way out of his jeans, and helps me shed my panties, the only remaining piece of clothing, he holds them with the crotch facing outwards against his face, sniffs with pleasure, making me become shy for a moment.

'You smell delicious,' he whispers hoarsely, just before he pushes me back onto the bed without hesitation. I let out a delighted little squeal, Ron is unexpectedly decisive, I could get used to that, and he clearly knows what he is doing, because the next moment I feel his hands sliding over the inside of my thighs, accompanied by kisses and little bites, and I can't wait until he gets to the core: my clit is stiff with excitement. I myself can't reach anything in this position, which is frustrating on the one hand, but on the other hand it gives me the chance to fully enjoy Ron's manipulations and the sight of that divine man between my legs. And he knows how to tease a girl, every time I think he's finally going to put his tongue on my clit, he shifts his attention to my breasts, my navel, back to the inside of my thighs.

But then...

'Oooh! Jesus, Ron!' I shout when suddenly his tongue slides through my labia with a slow stroke and then comes to rest on my clit. I hear him chuckle vaguely, he licks, blows, and sucks and I almost lose my mind. And then the pressure and the pace are increased, my god! I slowly go crazy with arousal, I start to pant and place my hand on one of my breasts, the other is still being massaged by Ron, he regularly squeezes the nipple rather hard, which sends an extra delicious shock towards my pussy. I see Ron look up, his eyes dark with ecstasy, he grunts softly, a vibrating sound that brings me to the edge of cumming.

'Ron, I-' I groan hoarsely, 'so close- Ooooh!'

I finally fall over the edge and Ron holds me firmly in place, meanwhile his tongue doesn't relent, the continuous attack on my nerve endings causing the most intense and long-lasting orgasm I have ever experienced.

When I finally manage to push him away from my crotch, with some difficulty, because he doesn't seem to want to stop, I let out a satisfied sigh.

'This was worth the wait,' I sigh, stretching lazily.

'And it's just the beginning,' Ron whispers sultrily in my ear, he has now nestled himself against me, his body heat embraces me like a blanket.

'Ouch!' The bastard bit my earlobe, I can't let that sit. I press my lips to his, and bite hard into his lower lip.

'You little-' he growls against my mouth, and pins me under him in one smooth movement. 'That requires punishment, lady.'

'Mmmm,' I moan carefree, bring it on! Ron is quick, before I know it, he has turned me over on my stomach and given me a few good smacks on my bottom.

'Ouch!' I cry out involuntarily, but the pain feels unexpectedly pleasant, like an exciting tingling, never expected that I would like it, spanking, but here we are! 'More,' I moan, and Ron doesn't hesitate for a moment, 'slap!' it sounds, and my clit reacts immediately, despite the fact that I have just come down from an amazing orgasm. I look over my shoulder at Ron, he grins, an unbelievably horny look in his eyes.

'You have a delicious ass,' he grunts, 'I would love to come on that.'

'So what's keeping you,' I respond with a challenging grin.

'Ha, I don't need to be told twice, on your knees please, ass in the air!'

I giggle excitedly and comply with his request with great pleasure. His hands go appreciatively over my buttocks, he pushes my ass a little higher in the air, and a pleasant feeling of anticipation flows through my body.

Who would have thought, me, sex with Ron, the even-tempered brother of exuberant Nick, and on top of that such an animal in the bedroom! Lucky me! (And a huge middle finger to Adriana, hahaha!)

'Condom?' I hear him ask, hmm, that's right, safety first.

'It depends,' I answer, 'I'm clean, just tested, thanks to that cheating asshole, and on the pill.'

'I always use a condom.'

We look at each other happily, 'so no condom,' we shout in unison.

Over my shoulder I see Ron pump his cock up and down a few times - never knew that could be such a sexy, exciting sight - and then position it in front of my pussy. He pushes the head against my entrance, and I let out a hoarse cry of delight, and eagerly push myself against his member. Ron grunts, and slides his cock smoothly a little way into my wet, swollen pussy, it's not very easy - he's big - but eventually, after pulling out many times and then pushing it in a little further each time - he really is a tease! - it's all the way in, a wonderfully full feeling, we fit together like two puzzle pieces. He grabs my hips firmly, almost painfully, and then he starts moving up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder, eventually I have to grab the headboard of my bed to stay in place, and I feel him stiffening inside me. A feeling of euphoria overcomes me, this is the most satisfying, exciting sex I've ever had, my whole body tingles.

'You can fill me up too if you want,' I whisper hoarsely, Ron has now taken one of his hands off my hips and placed on my clit, where he rubs his thumb in slow circles, I'm on the verge of cumming again.

'Next round,' I hear him mumble to my delight, just before I explode again, it resembles fireworks, I can almost see stars and my screams are probably being heard throughout the whole neighbourhood. Too bad, they can just leave a complaint form behind...

'Ron,' I whisper, once I've - barely - recovered from my earthshattering orgasm, 'oh my god, that was phenomenal! Did you-?' He shakes his head.

'No, honey, I waited for you to finish first, thought you wouldn't want to miss the grand finale.'

'You know me too well already,' I tease. And I realize that Ron does indeed seem to sense exactly what I get off on, very promising for our future! I look over my shoulder and catch his eye. He looks incredibly horny. He licks his lips, fucks me a few more times with slow, deep strokes, then pulls out, takes his swollen, now dark red dick in his slender hands - oh, those skilled hands, those agile fingers! - and pumps another four times, and then, with his eyes fixed on mine, he starts to squirt, over my buttocks, over my back, I even feel a splash on my chin, it's the most erotic sight I've ever seen, I almost come again from the sight alone!

As Ron drops on top of me with a satisfied groan, I think I hear a little noise outside, but decide to ignore it, it's probably just one of the neighbourhood cats jumping off a shed roof, and a cuddle session with Ron after the extremely satisfying sex is now my priority.

I struggle out from under him with some difficulty, decide to leave the sticky remains of the sperm for what it is for now, and nestle into his arms.

'You know,' he says softly, playfully tugging at one of my red curls, 'I always thought Adriana--' he hesitates for a moment, 'but she's no match for you. In any area, but especially when it comes to sex.' He looks at me a little uncertainly, as if he's wondering if I might find it annoying to be compared to his ex.

But I don't mind, I smile, 'thank you,' I whisper, 'and you're the most amazing lover ever.' Then I give him a mischievous look, 'by the way, can I quote you the next time I run into Adri?'

He chuckles, 'go ahead, and feel free to exaggerate.'

'There's nothing to exaggerate,' I tease, 'we fit like a jigsaw, couldn't be better.' Ron presses a kiss to my forehead, then another to my cheek and the next one will undoubtedly-

'BAM!'

That's the front door. Nick! He has his own key, ever since time immemorial.

We look at each other, 'shit,' I mumble, 'fuck,' Ron sighs. We quickly jump out of bed to grab some clothes, there's not much to go with unfortunately, most of our clothing is scattered across the stairs, hallway, living room and kitchen.

I put on a bathrobe and tensely walk out of the bedroom, unsure how my best friend will react to our unexpected intimacy. When I reach the top of the stairs, I see Nick looking up, an unfathomable expression on his face.